Changes

Changes - not just the greatest song ever, but my life's theme, it would seem. And yours, too, I'm sure.

When did I become an adult? How did I become a rent/tax/rate paying member of society? When did my baby brother grow up? How did everything change?

I can close my eyes and smell home. I can conjure up the feeling of sharing a couch with my father - debating some political or theological issue we disagreed on. I can hear the melodic thud; thud; thud of my brother's cricket ball hitting the garage door as he practices his bowling outside.

But then I'm drawn out of my reverie. I look around and I am alone, in an apartment 1400kms away from them - from those three people who formed my very personality. Changes.

I remember being separated from the man I love. An endless barrage of phone calls, text messages and Skype. Missing. Misunderstanding. Saying goodbye at airports. Messing things up badly (me, of course). Being forgiven.

But that's all over. I know, in a few days, I'll see him. After two years of being apart he'll drive me to church on Sunday morning, like he's done for the past few months, and it will be as though he's always done it. Changes.

I'm told they'll keep coming - these pesky changes. How can something be heartbreaking and wonderful at once? I... I just don't know.

{Yikes. This got quite serious quite fast, didn't it? Sorry. Here's a picture of a protea I took in Stanford recently to cheer you up}

PS If you entered the Zando giveaway - thank you. If you're a winner, I'll contact you by the end of the week. If you're not - well, you love me anyway, right? Right?!